The way the mind works when forced into some prolonged celibacy. An orgasm dream.
SSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! That’s what I want to say when I touch myself knowing how HOT I feel. What I need is a long hose, filled with something wet to put this fire out. But where in the world was I going to find it? Not in this town!! I’ve been here for almost two years and have yet to meet a single man in my age group. TWO YEARS!! It’s a good thing I have friends in other places or I’d surely have climbed the walls by now.
It’s been too long since I’ve felt a wet, warm tongue caress my nipples and continue a path southward toward my honey pot. It’s been too LONG since the little man in the boat toppled over because that same wet, warm tongue lapped its way into my love canal. It’s BEEN too long since a hot, wet, warm mouth engulfed my labia and insinuated it’s tongue around my clitoris. But, more than that, it’s been TOO long since the fire in my passion box was extinguished. It’s been so long, I don’t even remember the last time it happened. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I’ll remember what to do when the opportunity presents itself.
Who am I kidding??? I remember. I remember the slow burn that begins at my feet and works it’s way up my legs, causing my calf muscles to tighten. I remember the way my breath cuts off and returns in small pants. I remember the sounds of, “Oh yes,” “My GOD,” “Holy shit,” and “Here it cums” that I utter when the feeling becomes overwhelming. I remember the tightness of my nipples as the excitement mounts. I remember how I pull on them while he’s pushing in and out of my hot, wet pussy. I remember feeling totaled by the explosion within me when my body gives in to the orgasm that washes across me from top to bottom.
Oh, yes. I remember. For it’s those memories that help me make it through the night.
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